Thank you for opening my third story. I hope you enjoy it!
Special thanks to SoCalOvid for his fine editing. Without his skill, the read would be tense.
Honkkkk! blared the car horn. Mike Merrill jumped back, his mind on other things completely unaware of stepping in front of the red minivan. Looking up at the young woman, her three kids strapped tightly in their car seats, he smiled weakly as she glared at him shaking her head.
Continuing his walk towards the mall entrance, he passed a red Salvation Army kettle. Putting a few bucks in, Mike strode into the holiday madness known as the Christmas season.
Walking over to the Circle Centre Mall directory, he scanned it for 'The Collectors Den' location. Finding it on Level Three, Mike headed over to the escalator wondering how much an autographed Peyton Manning jersey would set him back.
"I sure hope my sister's kid appreciates it," he thought to himself.
Riding up to the next level, he began to think how many times he and his ex-wife Leeann shopped together during the holidays. It seemed like eons ago. They would stroll through the different shops finding presents for their family. Having no children of their own, they walked hand in hand, stopping at a restaurant for dinner, or simply a pretzel and a pop when they were in a hurry.
Mike recalled Lee resting her head on his chest. She enjoyed sitting near Santa Claus, watching all the cheerful squealing kids climbing onto his big lap and telling him their hearts desire. Mike at the time didn't care about that. He was enjoying Santa's helpers, those green tights and short skirts always got him going. He sadly thought back to when Lee asked him about starting a family. He got mad at her, telling her he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to have more fun. June 22nd; six months later they were divorced. He shrugged his shoulders and got onto the next escalator heading to the third level.
Getting off he headed over to the Den. Walking through the mall, he sidestepped a man with two children; looking back he started to curse, when he saw her! Sitting inside Teavana was Lee, his ex-wife. "God, she looks good," he thought. He could see a glow about her.
Mike glanced at his reflection in a window, brushing his hand through his hair. He turned towards the café. Walking slowly, he drank in her beauty. His mind remembered every curve, every nook, and every cranny. He loved the way her long auburn hair draped sensuously down the front of her blouse. Lee's top was light green, swirling with candy canes, and reindeer. His eyes lingered on her full breasts; her tiny nipples were always erect. How he used to lavish those peaks, teasing the taut tips with his tongue. He would travel further down, arriving at the junction of her luscious legs. He treasured her landing strip; her labia always opened up like the spreading wings of a butterfly. Try as he might he couldn't recall her scent when he kissed her nether lips tasting the sweet nectar all those many years ago.
"I wonder how she keeps it now," Mike thought feeling his cock start to grow. He followed her legs finishing at her tiny feet. Seeing her boots, with the three-inch heels; he thought about the time she was a dominatrix stalking him. Wearing thigh high boots and a smile, she teased him unmercifully with a feather whilst his hands were tied to the headboard. Imperceptibly he groaned at the memory. Almost at the entrance, still seeing her glow, he glanced at the book Lee was reading. It was by Debbie Macomber called 'Mrs. Miracle.'
"She reads that book every year," he said quietly to himself.
Leeann loved that story. She always started crying near the end. 'Mrs. Miracle', he recalled, was the story of a widower, and a teacher. Two lonely people unwittingly pushed together by his boy's mysterious nanny. The father Seth, who couldn't play the piano after his wife's death, and Reba, who lost her fiancé to a jealous older sister a few days before her wedding. Old, Mrs. Merkle worked her magic on the two lost souls. After a few setbacks and plot twists, she successfully joined them together at stories end.
Looking at the teabag on the table, Mike instinctively knew it was holiday chai. Lee always drank it this time of year. She slowly sipped the tea getting ready to turn the page. Mike looked at her fingers; nails polished a bright red, snowflakes decorating the tops. He started moving up her arm when he stopped. His eyes returned swiftly to her left hand. There was no ring on her finger!!
Mike froze. Questions flooded his mind. After all these years, Lee isn't engaged or married? Is she seeing someone? Did she love him so much she couldn't be with anyone else? The possibilities were driving Mike insane. His breath quickened. He still loved Lee. Could this be fate, he thought? Can this be a Christmas miracle? Could it be his miracle? He quickly approached the table.
Lee peacefully relaxed; she appreciated the short respite away from the hustle of the mall. In Teavana by the fireplace she sat enjoying her book. Debbie Macomber was her favorite Christmas author. For all the times she read 'Mrs. Miracle' Lee happily anticipated opening it up every holiday season. When she turned the page, Lee noticed someone standing in front of her. Looking up she couldn't believe her eyes. It was Mike. She hadn't seen him in six years. Quickly sizing him up, she had to admit he was still quite handsome.
"Hi Lee, it's been a long time. How are you?" Mike asked his voice a little unsteady.
"I'm doing well Mike, and you?" Lee replied.
Mike seizing the opportunity said," Until today I haven't been doing to good. I miss you a lot, but could never get the nerve up to call you. My life seemed to be on hold. Seeing you here, you look more beautiful than I remember Lee. It is so good to be with you again."
Lee blushed slightly at his comment. "It is good to see you too Mike. I'm sorry you've had it rough, please sit down if you like," she said marking her page as she set the book down on the table.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.
He shook his head no, pulling the chair out he sat down, and gazed into her eyes.
Returning his gaze, Lee asked him, "What's going on Mike, it's been six years since we last spoke?"
"Not too much Lee. Since the divorce I got a little wild, but grew bored with it. For the past four years, I pretty much just eat and sleep. I visit my sister on occasion, and I still travel for work. But all in all it is a lot quieter now." He said looking down.
"I've always wondered how you were doing," raising his eyes back to hers.
"Well Mike, I," she started to say before Mike interrupted her.
"Lee I really miss being with you. When we got divorced, I felt like a piece of my soul ripped away. We had such good times together, until that day in the mall. What happened to us Leeann?" Mike asked his voice cracking.
Lee taking a deep breath tried to put her life with Mike in perspective. She met him in college. She was a business major, and he was in marketing. They had a single class together. Liking the way he looked, she started sending signals she was interested. He didn't respond. That was puzzling to her; most guys picked up right away, but he just didn't seem to catch on. Finally taking the initiative, Lee sashayed over to Mike and introduced herself. She was surprised how very shy he was. This strikingly handsome introvert was turning her on! Lee decided he would become her project. She would seduce him, and open his eyes to the world.
By two months into the relationship, Lee had learned a lot about Mike. She was his second girlfriend. He wasn't a virgin, (too bad, she thought) but relatively inexperienced. She found herself falling for the big lug. She decided it was time to check out the total package. Lee invited Mike back to her room to study; her dorm mate was out of town for a few days, they would be alone. Lee put on a tight light pink top, with no bra. Her tiny nipples poked invitingly through the thin material. Sliding on even tighter white shorts, she got a little damp wondering how Mike would like her camel toe. Completing the outfit, this alluring seductress pulled a pair of white boots on; Lee enjoyed how the boots felt encasing her well-muscled calves. Admiring herself in the mirror, it was time for makeup. Lee magically transformed her face from a sweet virginal college girl to a temptress. She became the predator, with Mike the prey. The stage was set. Satisfied everything was in place she lay on her bed awaiting Mike's knock on the door.
Mike arrived at Lee's room. He enjoyed her company these past few months. His feelings for her grew every day. They talked a lot. She seemingly took a genuine interest in him, which made him very comfortable. Mike began wondering if this was love. Gently he rapped on the door.
Head bowed, Mike heard the knob turn. Slowly the gateway opened. Mike's heart beat increased rapidly as a pair of boots stood in front of him. Tentatively his head began to rise. He took in every curve, every nook, and every cranny. He feasted on her legs, his cock stirring as the deep cleft between her swollen pussy lips came into view. His eyes froze at the sight; watching in awe, a wet spot began to form. Mike stared unmoving, until he heard a gentle cough.
Resuming his journey he saw her full breasts; nipples straining to be set free. He found her lips, her tongue licked the perimeter sensuously stopping near the tip of her nose; and then he saw her eyes. Those eyes bore into his soul setting him afire with the lust of primal man. Lee grinned wickedly, dragging him into the room. Turning, with a swift back kick, she closed the door.
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